The glue splatters across your back, your mind processes thoughts but you cannot move from that position. It’s baseless, yet a measured truce wasn’t enough for you to venture into it. You wanted to stop, but it wasn’t forth in a change. You came across the pillar, its stature was solidified in the field of dreams. Was it helpless, did we not find truth in these wandering eyes. I could not feature enough strength to pressure the button, the games you played were never contrite. I circled back to it, as I peered ever so endlessly into the black abysmal tide. That glue was my hinderance, its replacements fastened and folded among the blind beggars. Those lights were blinding, they fell through the holes never to be trusted again.
Contributor- Chris Ballenger